Porsches by the Sea
Monterey Car Week

I didn’t set out for a formal shoot—this gallery came from my daily bike loop around Carmel-by-the-Sea during Monterey Car Week. By the time I hit the road, the marine layer had burned off and the light went warm and directional. Most days I’d push out to 17-Mile Drive in Pebble Beach; every route finished the same way, gliding back along Scenic Road with the coast on my right. The camera was whatever was already on the bike—an iPhone clipped to a quick-release on the bars. Pull over, unclip, frame, go.

The mix told its own story. I kept running into 356s—Speedsters and coupes that wear the coast well—then long-hood 911s and tidy G-body cars, including one with a whale tail that reads like a Turbo at a glance (not a 930). There were compact, mechanical 964s and 993s, plus newer 991/992s in paint-to-sample hues idling through side streets. And yes, a 959 did stop me in my tracks—the kind of sighting that resets your pace no matter how many of these weeks you’ve seen. For all the Ferrari banners and flags that bloom during Car Week, Carmel read—as it often does—like a Porsche town.

Shooting later in the day shaped the frames: long shadows to carve the shapes, warmer light that lets paint read deeper, silhouettes against cypress as the fog lifted offshore. I kept compositions simple—three-quarters in open shade, badges and louvers when the sun slipped through, reflections riding in window glass and on Carmel stone and wood. The point wasn’t rarity so much as presence: Porsche shapes at arm’s length from a handlebar, folded into the town’s rhythm. Car Week amplifies that rhythm, but this set is about how Ferrari visits, while Porsche lives here—familiar, surprising, and never far from the next corner.